Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.
I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.
Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruitful
My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.
We're all special cases.
Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.
It's not the struggle that makes us artists, but Art that makes us struggle.
I know myself too well to believe in pure virtue.
I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.
In the end, we would like not to be guilty while at the same time being dispensed of the effort of purifying ourselves. Not enough cynicism and not enough virtue.
Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.
For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.
Happiness too is inevitable.
A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.
He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.
Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.
I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.
Great novelists are philosopher novelists - that is, the contrary of thesis-writers.
A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
The Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom charitable souls keep their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so. And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.
We are living in the era of premeditation and the perfect crime. Our criminals are no longer helpless children who could plead love as their excuse. On the contrary, they are adults and the have the perfect alibi: philosophy, which can be used for any purpose - even for transforming murderers into judges.
The most elementary form of rebellion, paradoxically , expresses an aspiration for order .
Powerful, yes, that is the word that I constantly rolled on my tongue, I dreamed of absolute power, the kind that forces others tokneel, that forces the enemy to capitulate, finally converting him, and the more the enemy is blind, cruel, sure of himself, buried in his conviction, the more his admission proclaims the royalty of he who has brought on his defeat.
I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.
For what gives value to travel is fear. It breaks down a kind of inner structure we have. Travel robs us of such refuge. Far from our own people, our own language, stripped of all our props, deprived of our masks (one doesn't know the fare on the streetcars, or anything else), we are completely on the surface of ourselves.
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